Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing MC5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.